The minute you're doing something not for the good of someone you know, but because you wanted to be evil, is the day you've lost your fucking mind and need to be put down like a lame horse.
The words of the wayward son's self-righteous father had echoed in his head the entire trip to the mansion like a buzzing mosquito that would not stop flying around no matter what you did. Kayn had tried to block the thoughts from his head, but nothing he did even so much as lessened the deafening roar of his conscious. He knew his father was right and it infuriated him to come to terms with the way his father would have no doubt looked upon him if the older wolf knew what his conflicted offspring had done. Nothing he ever did was good enough it seemed. He even used his ruthlessness to patrol the border looking for people to kill and recruited a bunch of new gang members, and had even landed a promotion due to the effort with the Blackheart Rogues. Even still it felt like none of that mattered anymore. Every time he looked at the underboss all he could imagine was the cold, icy glare of hatred being turned upon him. The one thing in the world he wanted to do more than change the world was make his father proud. That goal unfortunately seemed as far away as possible to the young wolf, at least on the inside. Feliks might be proud when he looked upon the black from of his sun, but that was only because he couldn't see past the surface to the raging sea of confusion that was Kayn's soul.
But... Thing's didn't have to always be that way. Nothing would ever remove the figurative, and literal, blood that had stained the pup's paws, but it was never too late to turn back until it was. Kayn doubted Fourthwall would continue to train him if the hellhound honed in on a reduction of savagery and selfishness though. Fourth had told him very clearly that to acquire the power he wanted it took a certain kind of monster. The demon touched child thought he was prepared to be that monster, and perhaps he already was, but he didn't want to lose himself along the way. Absolute power wouldn't be worth it if he lost the very people he sought to protect with the strength he'd gain. And if he ever was forced to turn Rhaast's thirsty edge against Feliks... Kayn shuddered at the idea of facing his father on the field of battle, but he was well aware that it would be inevitable if he continued down the same path.
New mansion; new rules. The shadowy wolf was going to make a concentrated effort to change himself just like they had changed the place they lived. The aura of negative memories he fed off in the old territory that had become overwhelming after the fire were gone. This was a new place. Everything could be different if only he tried his hardest. Kayn knew it wouldn't be easy to resist the urges he felt every day though. His father would never understand the gnawing hunger that wracked his mind the more he tried to distance himself from it. It was all encompassing and made the onyx wolf's maw salivate more than food when he was starving. Despair, agony, pain, fear, sadness. It all tasted so repulsively delicious to be in the presence of. The irresistible desire to strike others with those emotions simply so he could satisfy himself for even a moment was so excruciatingly difficult to master that even the pup wasn't sure that his efforts would accomplish anything. He had to try though.
Unfortunately his musings were cut short while he was exploring the area around the large building due to the sound of rustling not far away. Curious as to the source of the noise the wolf turned invisible and stealthily made his way in that direction. The familiar metallic taste of blood touched his tongue as he took in a large whiff of crimson on the wind. It was all Kayn could do not to sprint towards the location and partake in whatever spilling of viscous liquid had occurred. Someone was certainly injured, and based on the strength of the scent it must have been pretty bad. If the person was friendly maybe he could start off his stay at the mansion by saving someone's life. His father would approve of something like that right?
The young wolf picked up the pace to reach the scene a bit quicker in case the wounded creature was in a critical state. After a few short moments he broached into a clearing in the forested area that seemed to be devoid of activity save for two wounded animals. Well, one was dead. Based on the looks of things a cat had gotten into a fight with a coyote and managed to win somehow, but he was bleeding profusely from several wounds. The coyote on the other hand was completely limp and was absolutely drenched in blood. It looked like a neck wound had been what took out the canine. Kayn had to admit he was impressed the feline had managed to pull off such a thing, even if it hadn't been a flawless fight. Then a very unfortunately familiar scent caught on the breeze and was brought to the black wolf among the pervasive scent of blood. The Blackheart Rogues.
"...H-Hey... It's... It's you... Wait why are y-you here?" Came the weak, gravelly voice of the feline as he spluttered up blood with each wounded cough. Kayn froze in his tracks at being spotted. He vaguely recognized the other from one of the meetings he had attended. Likely the cat knew him from his announcement to be Fourthwall's apprentice. "That...S-Scent... Cartel. A-Are they here?" the injured tomcat asked as he tried to stifle the flow of blood that was seeping from several gaping wounds on his side.
You know you have to kill him. You know you want to kill him. Do it. We wouldn't want your master finding out about this, or daddy knowing what kinds of things he's teaching been teaching naughty little you. Kill him Kayn.
The voice he had heard before! He hadn't been hearing things! Something was speaking to him telepathically or something because the sound was coming from everywhere at once, even when he flattened his ears back to dim the noise. He wouldn't be told what to do by someone who wouldn't even face him! But... The voice was right. If he rescued the injured feline not only would he ruin his cover in the Blackheart Rogues, but it was even quite possible Feliks would find things out as well. As much as he wanted to question the voice about how it knew all of these things or what the hell it even was, there were more pressing matters to attend to. The injured Rogue needed to be taken care of. Unfortunately in a very permanent sense of the word.
The demon child walked forward slowly towards the other before transforming himself into the his giant shadow direwolf form. After the transformation the hunger seemed to almost triple in intensity as his eyes narrowed on the blood soaked tomcat. It was almost as if he wasn't fully in control of his actions, and yet he knew he entirely was. He could stop himself, but he didn't want to. Well, he did. But not nearly enough to match his desire to go through with it. There was too much to risk by letting the feline live. Maybe just one more murder, for a valid situation like this, was okay. Feliks had said if you did something just to be evil. This death would have purpose so it would be justified since it wasn't entirely evil right? "Quiet Blackheart filth! Cease your existance!" Kayn growled loud enough that if any Cartellians were nearby they'd likely be able to here, but tears did well up in his eyes as he raised his paw to strike. He didn't want to do this. What choice did he have though? Even though his own voice didn't quite have the enthusiasm of someone who was defending their territory, a second voice that could be heard at the same time was much more aggressive in it's use of the very same words.
The large shadow creature brought his massive paw down on the feline's neck before the tomcat could react, blade like talons digging into the flesh. Instantly the blunt force trauma of the massive wolf's attack killed the already wounded animal, but he still had the momentary urge to force the cat's throat to flow with blood. Kayn lifted his much larger than usual paw upwards to look at the now crimson liquid upon his fur. The wolf's hand started shaking and he let himself fall backwards, transforming as he fell back into the small pup form that was natural to him. Kayn could do nothing more than stare up at the grey sky as even the heavens seemed stricken with grief. It began to rain lightly, the droplets of water feeling numb against him. The black wolf started to laugh, but... He wasn't surprised to find that it wasn't himself who was laughing. It was him.
Well, well... You might not have enjoyed it as much as I did, but you certainly didn't hesitate. You really are a monster aren't you Kayn?
Kayn still was at a loss as to what was going on with the disembodied voice, but now he was well aware that disembodied wasn't quite the correct way to describe the entity. It had a body all right. And they were sharing it. The way the thing spoke within his mind about the situation, the feelings he felt that he knew couldn't be his own, the way the entity seemed to know everything he did. It all made sense and yet didn't make any sense at the exact same time. The wolf was beyond confused with what exactly had happened to him. He did however know that he wasn't even alone with his thoughts anymore. Maybe he never had been. The more he thought about the weird predicament he found himself in, the more he could sense the other being within him. Now that he knew what to look for he could actively search for the entity. The crimson-eyed wolf wasn't met with surprise when he located the source of the beings radiating energy coming from Kayn's very own aura. What... What was this thing? And why him?